New chapter this one took so long because I couldn't decide if England and America should die or not aren't I just terrible?
Yep so enjoy this sadistic little chapter from my disturbed little mind.
Disclaimer- I own nothing at all
Canada
Canada smiled as he started walking back towards America's house now that Spain knew he couldn't be allowed to live. If he couldn't win in a fair fight he would just have to use stealth. Things would end up all right. All he had to do was kill Spain then he could finish what he had started. Smiling a little Canada reloaded his gun and sped up his pace. I'm coming for you Spain.
Spain
Spain rushed into the house. There's no way they can't be…
He ran through the house not letting himself finish the thought. They had to be alright.
He finally managed to find America. "It's alright friend. Let's get you some help-" Something wasn't right. America looked pale and his skin was cold to the touch. Spain began searching for a pulse on his wrists, his neck, something that said that the American was still alive.
There was nothing there. America was…America was Dead. Suddenly Spain was filled with fear if America hadn't escaped Canada then, what about England?
Spain looked around for a few more minutes following the path of destruction which lead him outside a room that had a large hole where the lock should be. Pushing the door open, Spain got a full view of the room. Bits of scattered wood and metal littered the floor, and in the center was the limp form of England. His chest was barely rising and falling.
"S-Spain?" he called out weakly gasping for breath like a fish in the middle of the desert.
"Si, mi amigo. Don't worry. The paramedics are already on the way. We'll get help for you!"Spain said trying to sound cheerful.
Soon, a team of paramedics entered the house and they wheeled England out. Spain was getting ready to leave when England grabbed his arm stopping him.
"Spain where's America?" he asked gasping between words.
Spain didn't respond. He just stood there looking sadly at England for a few moments before he finally managed to say, "I-I'm sorry England but…America is dead."
England
England's world shattered around him. Those dreadful words bouncing around in his head "America is dead…is dead…dead."
England grabbed onto the Spaniard's shirt mort tightly. "N-no no! Please god no!" he screamed out, tears flowing freely down his face.
This couldn't be happening. It was impossible. America was gone. England's world was closing in around him. Memories were flooding in with meeting the little nation, the box of tin soldiers given as a present, the revolutionary war, world war two; everything was falling apart. America would never smile again, never laugh, never run around as the ridiculous "hero." A paramedic came up and placed a mask over England's face the oxygen tasted almost sweet and soon England was sucked into blackness again.
Spain
Spain stood inside the now empty house. The paramedics had left quickly after…taking care of America. He listened as the sound of sirens faded in the distance. How could someone possibly do something like this? He had already called the other countries and told them about what had happened. Canada wouldn't be able to stay hidden forever and when they caught him, he would pay for what he has done.
Spain started slowly walking towards the door. He couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching him from the shadows. He shook it off anyway, laughing to himself a little. "I'm just being paranoid." He mumbled but quickened his pace anyway.
He was rounding the last few hallways; almost out of the maze-like home when he heard a small chuckle from behind him. Before he could turn around, think, or blink, the eerie silence of the house was replaced by a deafening BANG!
Spain fell to the ground with a muffled thud.
"You did a bad thing Spain," Canada said almost cheerfully. "I wanted to have more fun with all the countries but you ruined that for me." His sweet tone suddenly turned dark. "It's going to be so much harder to reach my goal now, thanks to you."
Spain felt his rage boiling over. "Go to hell bastard," he spat glaring at the nation which earned himself a kick in the side.
"You would be doing the same thing if you were forgotten every single day of your life!" Canada yelled back "I hope you're all happy that you all created a monster," he said sweetly again aiming the gun at Spain's head. Spain stared at the barrel of the gun defiantly.
"Goodbye Spain." He said while smiling a cruelly BANG!
…
Spain looked up in shock. The gun had gone off but the shot… Canada couldn't have missed from where he had been standing. Suddenly the Canadian started screaming in mixed French and English clutching his shirt where the white fabric was starting to turn crimson.
"Get away from Spain you bastard!" An all too familiar voice demanded.
"Romano!" Spain sighed in relief.
Canada turned around to face Romano. The sadistic grin returned to his face. "New players to the game? How fun!" he said laughing. "It looks like this is going to be much better than I thought!" he grinned still clutching his side where he had been shot. "You win for now but always remember…" he said his voice dropping a tone. "You never know who is going to SNAP!" he yelled letting out a twisted insane laugh.
Romano aimed the gun at him again "BASTARD!" he yelled but missed Canada's head by a few inches. The Canadian managed to avoid a few more shots as he ran out the door, laughing.
With Romano's help, Spain managed to get up.
"Spain, what do you think he meant by 'You never know who is going to snap'?"
Spain looked over to the spot where Canada had disappeared. "I don't know, Romano. I just don't know…"
Canada
Canada ran through the forest branches which were swiping at his face and arms. Logs and vines were making him fall over and over, before he finally collapsed in a small clearing. This was terrible since everyone knew and his plan was now ruined. He couldn't beat them at all once. It was over.
Canada didn't know how long he was asleep for, but he woke up to the sound of someone singing.
Marukaitte chikyuu
Marukaitte chikyuu
Marukaitte chikyuu boku Hetalia!
Ahhh- the singing suddenly stopped as Italy reached the clearing.
"V-ve! Please don't shoot Canada. I have so much to live for. I just wanted to enjoy my pasta in the forest. I'm sorry so please don't shoot me!"
Canada was half tempted to but something stopped him the way Italy sobbed and begged. It looked almost fake. How had he not noticed?
"You can drop the act. I know you're faking it," Canada said smiling.
Suddenly Italy's tears stopped and he got up off his knees. "Ve~ You're the first person to ever figure it out," Italy said smiling back. "I heard about what you did Canada…" Italy said with a bit of seriousness lacing his voice for a moment.
They both stared at each other. Canada was prepared to shoot the Italian to keep him from attracting any attention if he needed tp.
"What was it like?" Italy asked taking the Canadian off guard. "What was it like to kill someone?" There were another few moments before a dark grin spread over Canada's face.
"Why don't you find out for yourself?" he asked placing his gun into Italy's hand. Another new player… How much fun!
